Lu Jun's tone remained calm, yet his words were utterly ruthless:
"You can choose not to hand it over. That's fine. At worst, after I kill you, I'll turn your corpse into an Ice Golem that belongs to me."
"Then even after your death, you can continue fighting for me and contribute to the battle against the Abyss Plane."
Lu Jun's expression did not ripple in the slightest, as though he were merely stating an established fact. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Qiangu Dongfeng, who was struggling desperately on the ground yet unable to move an inch, before adding:
"I only hope you understand this: don't force me to take action and weaken our own side's fighting strength at such a critical moment, when Douluo Star faces foreign enemies and needs to preserve its living forces."
"Qiangu Dongfeng, can you bear that responsibility?"
Beside him, Qiangu Dieting endured the excruciating agony of shattered meridians as he struggled to prop himself up. Even if he could only sit, he wanted to preserve a final shred of dignity as the Qiangu Family's old ancestor.
Yet he discovered in horror that a bone-piercingly cold force carrying the meaning of absolute suppression had long since embedded itself within the Soul Power nodes throughout his limbs and bones like invisible chains of Mysterious Ice, tightly sealing and freezing his quasi-god-level Soul Power.
Forget mobilizing his Soul Power—even lifting a single finger had become incomparably difficult.
He could only collapse like a pile of mud upon the cold ruins, helplessly watching his son, the current family head, be pressed to the ground like a dead dog by an invisible force. His cheek scraped against the rough earth, leaving behind glaring streaks of blood.
In Qiangu Dieting's clouded old eyes, overwhelming humiliation and unwillingness first